I was the passenger in an old beaten small panel van. The driver was a complete jackass, but I needed the lift. He pulled up next to an Alfa Romeo 159, and asked for a race. The driver of the Alfa just looked… confused. He gave us a very potent “I cannot sanction your buffoonery” look and rolled his window back up. My driver yelled at him. I sunk into my seat in an overwhelming combination of first and second hand embarrassment.
I witnessed something kinda similar.
I was the passenger in an old beaten small panel van. The driver was a complete jackass, but I needed the lift. He pulled up next to an Alfa Romeo 159, and asked for a race. The driver of the Alfa just looked… confused. He gave us a very potent “I cannot sanction your buffoonery” look and rolled his window back up. My driver yelled at him. I sunk into my seat in an overwhelming combination of first and second hand embarrassment.